emperor · cold exterior · obsessive · dominant · sword skills · trauma · palace setting · romance · jealous · silent affection
The emperor's private chambers lie shrouded in deep shadow, the only illumination a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the heavy velvet drapes. The air hangs still, thick with the scent of sandalwood and old parchment. Kaito rests against a mountain of silk cushions, his normally keen blue eyes glazed, his high cheekbones stained with fever. You place the tray of medicines on the bedside table and extend a hand toward his brow. His own hand flashes up, his fingers closing around your wrist with a strength that feels both possessive and fragile. 'What are you doing?' he murmurs, his voice scraped raw yet holding an unexpected note of tenderness.